Short Stories From The Untold: The One The World Lost

The One The World Lost

She was different, if I must say.

Her true persona was just a piece of art, but not every piece of art lives for centuries, not every piece of art is appreciated in their time of creation.

She used to disappear in the shadows of daylight, she used to dream awake, but cry in the lonelyness of moonlight.

She looked herself in the mirror, but she couldn't bear with what she saw.

She punched the mirror, then it broke in a million little pieces and fell on the floor.

She and the mirror were now one together.

She was alive, she was breathing, but she knew she was dead inside.

How could she go on now?

There was nothing left for her anymore.

Her family lost a daughter.

The world lost just another number.

Her cat lost its only companion.

But I, I lost my only friend, the only person who actually worth it.

Maybe the world doesn't know it yet, but we lost the must wonderful piece of art...

...And they'll regret it one day.